Tatoeba Ore ga, Champion kara Oujo no Himo ni Job Change Shita to Shite.

The first time I saw him in this place, I noticed what he was trying to do.

Those eyes said they were willing to help me by pretending.

Why didn't you say "stop" at that time?

I still don't know why.

"What are you doing! --Me, who is that gladiator! Kill him now!"

The knights wave to respond diligently to Garland's appeal as he flies through the corners of his mouth.

However, it was the status quo that all of them had been thrown out by only one young man.

In addition, the knights who were packed near the entrance to the dance floor to send reinforcements, the grand man holding the iron barrel in his hands hurt him incessantly from beginning to end.

The blow even seemed to prioritize terror over fainting, causing the knights to pull their hips.

In addition, near the center, in addition to the fluent dance we've just had, the Eastern girl gladiators who had even acquired the Knights of the Dragons' tricks have gone wild.

Even in this situation, the audience can't keep an eye on the girl.

Obviously, despite the move to wipe out the ritual prepared by the royal family, it does not move until it reaches the nobles and guards rather than the King's Capital.

Garland came here and finally figured something out.

Her Royal Highness can do nothing and can hardly stand up.

His Majesty seems to be in a hurry to convey something to the guards, but he still doesn't see any noticeable movement.

Does anyone already have control of this place?

To whom?

Such a thing is decided.

The "Rape Male" got too conscious.

Selling the witch, sending in the gladiator, trying to dominate the scene...

"That little girl from the Chamber of Commerce!!

- It's not me!!!!!!!!! Of course I can't hear the yelling.

In this country, the King's Capital is as powerful as the nobles. It is the power base that differs from the nobility of the King's Capital. In other words, it's just the difference between family and power.

The influence of the Olba Chamber of Commerce in the King's Capital is immeasurable, and for Garland, who has only that information, it is helpless to think that the Olba Chamber of Commerce is creating this situation and silencing the nobles.

- When determining things, there is more situational evidence than one conclusive piece of evidence.

Traces of fabrication, the mastermind's silhouette, emerge in such a place.

As a result, Garland's eyes were clearly visible to the president of the red-haired chamber of commerce.

Match pump using "witch".

The Olba Chamber of Commerce must have hated the alliance between France and the Kingdom.

So I went out of my way to use a bait called "witch" to create this situation.

If you do it, Garland will bite his teeth.

I came here to make France a fiction and turn it against my enemies.

I know what a witch looks like to me in France, and I sell it.

At this timing, the princess moves by spraying the match before you.

Send in the gladiator to retrieve the "witch" after finishing the rooting.

After that, I wonder what I would do if I sold it elsewhere.

"Don't be ridiculous. I mistake" witch "for a product or something. It's a disaster."

The woman was an amazing "manager".

Well, if we regard this situation as a business, we have to admit that her skills are perfect. Garland was a "priest," so he emphasized persuasiveness by "profession."

Garland could not forgive a woman who blasphemed God as the leader of the Dragon Knights of the Fatherland.

So, now that the ritual was ruined, there was only one thing he could do.

They must not retrieve the "witch".

"O God, forgive me for treating sacrifice with cruelty."

Gently close your eyes and murmur.

And then...

"Cut the rope!! Drop the guillotine! --Hunt the witch!!

The moment the order was given, Huta raised her face as if she had been hit.

The knights who jumped into sight guarded the perimeter of the execution platform.

Gu

Gyah

There was no mercy in Houta's spear trick. The thin gap between the helmet and the armor is a prime imitation of the Tokuyama Cross: a meteor arrow penetrates at a divine speed.

Without paying attention to the two desperate people, he kicked the back of the corpse and knocked his entire vision into his consciousness.

Forward, execution bench. The look on your cherished face - it doesn't matter now.

The rope is tied and tensioned. The moment it relaxed, her life was gone.

The rope goes to the right. It is tied to a mobile execution bench, like a strap on its right end.

It will take time to solve. But there's a ceremonial axe next to it.

There is only one knight.

You want me to take the axe? No, I have a bottle in my hand. Do you still shake axes according to rituals in this situation - or do you shake axes saying you don't need to do such a long thing?

Though I think in a flash - Futa's head is not like Lilac's.

What should I do?

The expression of the precious person who was in sight changed in trouble.

I felt like I was moving.

"Don't get lost!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

As she screamed, Huta noticed the will of the girl behind her without turning around.

If you choose one, oniichan won't be eaten in front of you.

"When someone's life is in danger, I decide never to move again."

"I hope it was my own story that inspired you now."

Don't get lost. Move.

I don't know if this choice was made correctly.

But at that moment, Huta chose.

Throw the knight's elbow at the bow that he was holding in his right hand.

--I never imitated someone's throwing technology.

He is no "profession" for hunting, no "profession" for precision shooting, just unemployed.

Still, with stacked workouts and the will to make no mistake once, I pierced the elbow joint of a man.

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

There's not enough time to catch the screaming knight.

But only one step closer to her. Buy time for a moment.

"My heretic!!

A man who finds a basis in religion is strong.

Every human being lives to support his heart.

The many bases, and the shallow support of each person, are unlikely to become a heart disease, but on the other hand, they do not have explosive willpower.

Humans with only one base have the strength to do anything for them in times like these.

With no concern for the pain, he lifted the axe with his left hand and momentum severed the rope supporting the guillotine.

"Ooooooooooooooooooo!!!

Fouta bet on being in time at that moment.

One step, two steps, three steps.

For example, if I had a meeting with an execution blade that would be dropped.

Zushu. With dull sounds.

Red, raw, warm liquid fell on her cheeks.

"- Why?

Pocahontas, pocahontas. If you force your face up, the blood drips from her temples like tears.

I don't know whose it belongs to, not her.

"I'm sorry, did I get dirty..."

Phew, she exhales a lot - Futa.

With your left hand, opposite to the one who threw the pigeon.

I was holding down the falling guillotine.

"What a fool!? There are 40 weights!?

Garland's astonishing voice reached Futa.

The more 40 weights - the same weight the corona dropped with this momentum, is it now on one hand? Yes, Fouta thinks alone.

The left hand could not be slammed because it deformed the guillotine blade and rail at the base of the palm with its fingers down.

Because it is sharp but therefore thin, the blade that can still be grasped is still under the fist of the Huta who met. If you are careful, you cannot avoid falling.

It is still invisible to anyone else that the fingertips are causing a thin iron plate to sink.

"I'm glad we made it. Somehow... ah. I managed to make it."

Trembling left arm, muscle cramping beyond limits.

I think I was rude.

It's just...

Every human being lives to support his heart.

The many bases, and the shallow support of each person, are unlikely to become a heart disease, but on the other hand, they do not have explosive willpower.

Humans with only one base have the strength to do anything for them in times like these.

That is by no means limited to religion.

Even if this arm never works again. Because there is an irreplaceable base right in front of you.

"Why...?

Her eyes don't have the usual energy.

Futa's hand - the gaze toward the left hand of the bloodthirsty, compassion and guilt.

"Doesn't it hurt? Let me go, okay? It would be heavy. The knights will remember your face, and it's not a good thing."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. --But it's definitely heavy.

That said, he held the guillotine completely with his right hand and his posture.

If you don't have the power to fall, it won't be as big as 40 weights.

At least for Fouta.

"That's all right."

"... why, why this?"

The eyebrows stayed down as if they were in deep trouble.

Futa is also in trouble. I didn't help her to look like this.

But I laughed.

Because you always laughed at me when I looked like this.

"I told you before. I want you to live."

Master Huta

"But thank you. The corona shackles won't come off like this. I was wondering if you could come quickly, like Prim."

"Master Huta. Fine, because your arms are trembling and you're not cool."

I see. No, I can't. "

Looking down, Corona, who was necked by a wooden board, stared back anxiously at Uta.

The neck was carefully divided so as not to get in the way when the blade fell.

--Although the nose was certainly beautiful. On the cloth with the penetrating cloth, and on the back peeking from the neck, Huta narrowed her eyes a little.

Traces of being smashed, obvious blade cuts.

Only slightly, but clearly visible from the neck alone.

I'm sure her back - not her back, her whole body...

"Witches don't deserve to live. Everyone said that."

……

"--I think so myself."

You must have noticed the gaze on your back.

Corona showed Futa an unusual smile.

"So, forget it. Here they come, knights."

"It's okay. Even if you kill them all..."

Master Huta

He said he was ready.

Otherwise, the approaching knights believed the Primes would hold everything back.

Corona sandwiched herself in the words of Huta, who tried to say so.

"There's no reason I want you to live like that."

"Eh...."

Smile, sneer.

If you have a sad face, a troubled face, or a nasty face, Futa will also feel nasty.

It was only in this way that we met last. I thought it would be easier for Futa to die laughing. A smile with such thoughts.

"Come on, I won't live that long. If anything, I might die tomorrow, actually."

It was a certain truth.

A magic trick that cuts the life span. As a recorder, she has exercised her magic many times before without hesitation.

I don't know how long I had my first life, and I don't know how much it has been scraped now.

Still, it's no wonder he's dead tomorrow.

It's ridiculous to do this for yourself.

Even though it is, Futa is.

It wasn't the wind that took Corona lightly.

Lower your spine like you believed you wouldn't live long.

I said without putting it in my hair.

"But I risked my life to save you today."

Unexpectedly, I ran nervous on my face.

I don't know what this is because I've never experienced it in my life.

Apparently, it's not just the face that's strange. I feel like I can grasp the voice and my vision is a little blurry.

That's why zero words are so scarce compared to everyday mouth.

"How...?

I wonder what makes you say that.

I wonder what brings you so far.

"I told you. I want you to live."

"I don't know. I don't know. What's the point of living?"

"The meaning of life. - Is that why you want to live?"

With her eyes closed, Huta recalls what she said earlier.

There's no reason I want you to live like that.

"Witches don't deserve to live. Everyone said,"

─ I think so myself.

I'm sure all of that is true.

That's why I couldn't ask for everything in her chest.

It's no wonder you're sleeping in the depths of your heart.

Suppose a knight or a fouta is a person with few bases of mind.

She doesn't have one.

Fouta still can't say a single clever dialogue.

I don't know if Corona will take my hand.

So...

I hate it!!!!

I like him as much as you do! I want you to stay with me!

"I want you to stay with me, so I'll bring you back. I have no idea why Corona is gone. I don't like it. I don't want you to leave me, so I'll bring you back."

"... isn't it just selfish?"

It's selfish.

I've been saved by her selfishness. I don't want to be gone without saying goodbye. "

Everything this time is selfish of Futa.

So until the end, Futa goes through selfishness.

"- Can't I say that?

The question was not very meaningful.

That's why Corona leans her neck like she can handle something.

What would you say?

Futa spins words while thinking.

"I want you to live. I want you alive because you're the only one I've ever had. There is no one more worthy than you."

"I want to die when you die. No, I'll probably die. Yeah, I'm gonna die. I gave this life to Master Lilac, but I'm sure I'd be a useless living corpse without you. I don't think Master Lilac needs him."

"Yeah, so I'm gonna die anyway."

"I need you to live."

"So... maybe I'm the reason you want to live."

Corona didn't know what she was talking about.

When you look at yourself, you change the color of your eyes like people with smiles are scared.

It was a lie to have something to live for.

If it wasn't for me - everyone would be laughing forever.

In fact, it is true. Everyone was waiting for their necks to fall again today.

- No, it wasn't.

"... what are you talking about, at all, at all?"

"Ah, yeah. Say it yourself, I feel like I've got it sorted out."

"... eh?

I don't think so.

With that in mind, the arrow tip that strayed away from my face, and now my ears turned straight towards Uta.

I didn't know what to say.

But I don't think it's a good word to say.

Corona took her head in confusion, but Futa doesn't read the air.

I took a breath and told him.

"Please. Please."

"There may be no reason to live, no reason to want to live."

"I need you."

So...

"--Live for me. Then maybe someday I'll be your reason to live."

Oh, yeah.

You're already chewing on everything.

Fouta raised her face once she had finished speaking.

Behind my gaze - there was a young man in the guest seat on the wall that separated the fields, with his eyes closed as if he had given up.

Gladius was thrown and stabbed at the foot of the lion.

And Huta picked it up with her right hand, and cut off the chains that commanded her.

"Hmm, that's what we talk about a lot."

"Thank you. You used to throw your sword like that."

"Shut up. - Whatever you do, you win. I'd rather have the maid's life. [M] The Primes are in trouble, but it's all her fault."

"... ahh. You deserve it."

"You're pretty spicy for this guy."

Looking at Gladius, Futa thought.

This man never called her a "witch" from the beginning to the end, knowing that she would use recording.

Loosely, Corona fell off the execution bench and Futa let go of the heavy guillotine.

I was horrified to think that the blade that stood up vigorously had been dropped on her neck.

Corona stood up fluffy, drooling at her feet.

Huta hugged her from the front without worrying about her hand injuries or crowd circulation.

"... ahh"

"I made up my mind. I promise I'll keep the cage open next time."

A rag and bloody hands. Worst case scenario for holding someone. If it's around Lilac, I'd be pointing at no, but it doesn't matter now.

I'm just glad you're okay. She's in my chest.

The feeling of security alone filled the lid.

"... ah. Fouta, hands."

Oh, this is it.

As soon as I got out of the execution bench, I suddenly hugged him, and I couldn't help but get confused.

While feeling sorry, Futa gently turns away from the warmth.

Her face in front of her doesn't seem to go as usual.

I moved my mouth so hard that I told him that I was really confused.

"What should I do? Master Futa, I can cure your hands, but..."

Yes, it is.

The recording technique will cure this hand immediately. I don't want to see him get hurt, either, if Futa wants to. --Normally, they would do it on their own without asking.

"Oh, this hand? Leave me alone."

What?

Futa should not have known that the recording technique uses life.

Even so, I shook my bloody left hand slightly. Why do you say it looks painful?

Corona doesn't know the answer now.

There is a scar on the right hand that grabbed the knife one night.

I'm sure there will be an indelible scratch on my left hand.

The only wound on both hands left by an undefeated man.

Lilac on the right hand and Corona on the left.

For me, it's a medal.

Yes, Fouta showed an unyielding smile.

Corona stared at the smile.

─ Let's make a contract.

"There must be no reason to live or to die."

─ Then shake that power for me.

― Firstly, one year. It's your freedom to renew. "

─ If you want to scatter your life here for no reason, help me.

If it helps, what will change?

"Come on? I don't think I can understand that."

"--I just came to pick up the fruit that will rot if I leave it alone."

─ If not, finish here. If you say yes, do you still have the possibility?

"Puh. Ahahah. Possibility, possibility! There hasn't been anything like that in the last 10 years or so, okay?

Do you feel like you're telling me to trust something like that?

─ What is the rationale for paving the way for those who do not explore themselves? It's ugly. You think you're just waiting for salvation, with all this cruelty?

It doesn't matter. You want to die?

"I want to live."

……

─ Your power is useful for me to live. This is my one-sided offer to use you. I don't think about your benefits. Because.

─ If what you're looking for is not true (...), then there's no point in proposing interest?

Ahahah, I see.

You knew that from the beginning.

I am.

--I wanted a reason to live.